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Full of Grace
“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus… tecum… bened-”
“The words hurt you, Lovinita,” a dark voice purred, brushing the girl’s hair back over her shoulder. Lovina ignored him, eyes squeezed shut, hands wrapped tight, even as she fell silent. Antonio sighed, resting his temple against hers. The once familiar Latin was enough to unease him, not enough to send him running though. He was old, it would take more than a prayer for the mercy of a nonexistent god to make him cower in fear.
Lovina drew a breath, hands parting to show a cross clenched in blackened hands, the girl swallowing before continuing. “Benedicta tu in mulier… mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris t-tui Ie-Iesus. Sancta… Sancta…”
A small whimper slipped out as she paused from breath, shoulders rising as Antonio pushed her shirt to the side, finger’s tracing a circular burn, matching the one on the opposite shoulder, chest and forehead. The girl swallowed again as Antonio kissed the wound, giggling as his lips split. “Continue, Lovinita, my child, you’ve still got the end to go.”
Swallowing her tears she nodded, clenching the cross harder as her flesh sizzled at the contact of the blessed metal. “…Sancta Maria mater Dei… o-ora pro nobis pec-peccatoribus, nunc, et in ho…hora mortis nostrae!” she cried, throwing her head back as Antonio forced her hands to uncurl, and press the cross to her chest.
“Amen,” he murmured with her, standing, Lovina falling to the ground, sobbing as she dropped the cross, the smell of charred flesh filling the small room. Sighing, Antonio kicked it away, scooping up the girl. Still in tears, Lovina hit out, a balled fist pounding against the older vampire’s chest, the cry of “Bastardo! Bastardo!” reaching the ceiling above.
She still sobbed as he pushed her head back, one hand clenching in her hair, holding it back as his wet thumb drew lines over her skin, forehead, lips and heart, new burns appearing with them.
A smirk on his lips even as his own hand burned, Antonio leaned in, the sound of Lovina’s tears filling his ears as he bit down carefully on her jaw, lapping at the blood that spilt itself, re-wetting his fingers and pressing them to the bite. Lovina howled, thrashing and Antonio laughed.
“How does it go again, mi amor? Oh yes, May Christ's words be in my mind, on my lips, and in my heart. Say it, querida,” he said, shaking her once.
"May Christ's words be in my mind, on my lips, and in my heart."
"And?"
Swallowing, Lovina gasped, the tears still falling. “A-Amen.”
"Fool."
Notes:
*Lovina's saying the Latin version of Hail Mary.
*querida=dear
“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus… tecum… bened-”
“The words hurt you, Lovinita,” a dark voice purred, brushing the girl’s hair back over her shoulder. Lovina ignored him, eyes squeezed shut, hands wrapped tight, even as she fell silent. Antonio sighed, resting his temple against hers. The once familiar Latin was enough to unease him, not enough to send him running though. He was old, it would take more than a prayer for the mercy of a nonexistent god to make him cower in fear.
Lovina drew a breath, hands parting to show a cross clenched in blackened hands, the girl swallowing before continuing. “Benedicta tu in mulier… mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris t-tui Ie-Iesus. Sancta… Sancta…”
A small whimper slipped out as she paused from breath, shoulders rising as Antonio pushed her shirt to the side, finger’s tracing a circular burn, matching the one on the opposite shoulder, chest and forehead. The girl swallowed again as Antonio kissed the wound, giggling as his lips split. “Continue, Lovinita, my child, you’ve still got the end to go.”
Swallowing her tears she nodded, clenching the cross harder as her flesh sizzled at the contact of the blessed metal. “…Sancta Maria mater Dei… o-ora pro nobis pec-peccatoribus, nunc, et in ho…hora mortis nostrae!” she cried, throwing her head back as Antonio forced her hands to uncurl, and press the cross to her chest.
“Amen,” he murmured with her, standing, Lovina falling to the ground, sobbing as she dropped the cross, the smell of charred flesh filling the small room. Sighing, Antonio kicked it away, scooping up the girl. Still in tears, Lovina hit out, a balled fist pounding against the older vampire’s chest, the cry of “Bastardo! Bastardo!” reaching the ceiling above.
She still sobbed as he pushed her head back, one hand clenching in her hair, holding it back as his wet thumb drew lines over her skin, forehead, lips and heart, new burns appearing with them.
A smirk on his lips even as his own hand burned, Antonio leaned in, the sound of Lovina’s tears filling his ears as he bit down carefully on her jaw, lapping at the blood that spilt itself, re-wetting his fingers and pressing them to the bite. Lovina howled, thrashing and Antonio laughed.
“How does it go again, mi amor? Oh yes, May Christ's words be in my mind, on my lips, and in my heart. Say it, querida,” he said, shaking her once.
"May Christ's words be in my mind, on my lips, and in my heart."
"And?"
Swallowing, Lovina gasped, the tears still falling. “A-Amen.”
"Fool."
Notes:
*Lovina's saying the Latin version of Hail Mary.
*querida=dear